Florida 2012 Day I: St. Augustine!

I've decided to post my blogs about my family vacation to Florida from 8/15 to 8/20.

Here's the first one: August 15th, our day in St. Augustine!

(These are directly transcribed from my written diary on my iPad.)

"We arrived in Florida at 3 am this morning, and slept til 9, had coffee by the pool, went swimming, showered, ate pav bhaji, then got ready to head to St. Augustine!"

"St Augustine is the cutest, most picturesque little historic city. I definitely have a new city to love! We went to the Castillo de San Marcos, the oldest fort in the United States, had a ranger-led history lesson, and then ate a fantastic lunch at Acapulco Authentic Mexican Restaurant.

We then got ice cream from Fudge Buckets & Hyppos. I had a popsicle from Hyppos made with fresh cantaloupe and black pepper: spicy, delicious, and nutritious! We bought groceries since we are staying in a suite, and then bought umbrellas because Florida decided to monsoon on us. We waited out the heavy deluge in a nearby Burger King and headed back on the road, only to find that we were going directly into the heart of the storm. Resigned, we hid out at a gas station, carefully planning a storm free trip back to Orlando. We got back on the road, seeing many rainbows as well as thunder strikes on our left, while the sun glistened as it set on our right. All in all, it was a really great summer day."

More trip blogs soon!
xoxo,
Maithreyi

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